10 Results with the "Pathfinder" genre
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The Criers’ Guild
At the three-hundred-fortieth annual meeting of the Criers’ Guild of Ustalav, Guildmaster Zotov Ivanovich is barely holding himself together—partly from nerves, partly from the looming presence of Ellis, an incorporeal wraith assigned by the newly risen tyrant Tar-Baphon to “advise” the guild’s messaging. As Zotov faces a hall full of bewildered criers furious over his increasingly absurd, undead-approved propaganda edits, he must juggle terrified…-
2.9 K • Nov 20, '25
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The Criers’ Guild
Scattered throughout the dining hall, dozens of feathered caps gathered into cliques. Though humans dominated in number, there was no shortage of elves, dwarves, halflings, and other patrons. The din of conversation was underscored by an acoustic band upon the stage at the head of the room. Two tables, stretching the length of the chamber, were adorned with golden candelabras that cast flickering orange light. Zotov Ivanovich, head of the Criers’ Guild, peered out over the assembly from behind a tall…-
3.0 K • Completed
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When faith collides with conviction, beauty itself becomes the battlefield.
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2.0 K • Oct 31, '25
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3.1 K • Oct 31, '25
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In Redemption in Blackstone Hollows, Champion Renaud Landry of Sarenrae willingly enters the goblin stronghold of Blackstone Hollows, offering himself as a captive to prevent a looming war. Dragged before the decrepit God-King Reazz, Renaud reveals a devastating truth—goblins who die are no longer reaching their sacred afterlife, Basalfeyst, a crisis caused not by divine wrath but by the heresy and corruption of their…
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3.9 K • Nov 16, '25
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Redemption in Blackstone Hollows
Renaud Landry instinctively tested the heavy manacles that bound his wrists. His restraints were secure. The tall dark-haired man noted the irony of his predicament. “Sarenrae, grant me patience.” A loud crack sent a sharp sting up his elbow. “Do not speak that name here!” Slairk, captain of the goblin guard snarled as he swung the broad side of his blade into Renaud a second and third time for good measure. A cacophony of giggles erupted from two-dozen malevolent captors as Renaud recoiled…-
4.0 K • Oneshot
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A Guided Joke
In the bustling Wanderer’s Pub, weary barkeep Spencer Willis endures a constant parade of adventurers who treat him less like a person and more like a quest-giving prop—especially when they keep casting Guidance to wring rumors from him. But when one overeager druid’s magically enhanced joke becomes the final straw, Spencer finally pushes back against their manipulation, forcing the party to reckon with the…-
3.0 K • Nov 20, '25
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A Guided Joke
“Spencer Willis, as I live and breathe, how are you doing?” An unfamiliar voice called through the din of Wanderer’s Pub. Spencer turned from tending the bar to look for who had called after him. The tavern was crowded, and no one stood out as needing his attention. Locals congregated into friendly cliques after a hard day’s labor. Travelers huddled over tables in groups of four or five, discussing past adventures or planning future ones. The warm fire in the hearth and softly dancing candles…-
3.1 K • Completed
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In June 2021, PaizoCon Founder Timitius made an open call to submit to Wayfinder #22. I was in the midst of my own homebrew Pathfinder campaign, and I was ravenous for an opportunity to engage with Paizo and Pathfinder. For additional context that will be relevant later, that same month COVID 19 pandemic restrictions would lift in my home state. The world was coming…
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1.5 K • Nov 20, '25
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1.5 K • Nov 20, '25
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A Quiet Retreat
How are we feeling today?” Doctor Noris Sedant’s demeanor and tone always fell squarely on the minimally pleasant side of controlled. She wore her blonde hair in a tight bun, and her sharp blue eyes appraised Strathis from behind small round spectacles. Her modest white academic dress conveyed equal parts authority and knowledge. She stepped into the spartan room occupied by a single bed, small nightstand, and a steel dresser upon which sat a lonely candle. She left the door ajar behind her, and…-
3.3 K • Completed
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The Bosco Sanatorium
Made with Inkarnate.com The coastal town of Bosco is east of Absalom and southeast of the Tyrant’s Grasp. Sitting at the edge of the Cairnlands, this clutch of a few dozen wooden buildings nestles against the rocky shore. Beyond the town proper, numerous farmsteads stand against the backdrop of the Cairnlands. The Tyrant’s Grasp is obscured by gentle hills that rise out of the shore. Few outsiders, benevolent or malicious, give the quiet hamlet much concern, save for one feature. The Bosco…-
3.3 K • Completed
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